Now we get an hour to write. The MTC has been such a blast. Today is P Day, so we went to the mall and the grocery store and the distrubution center. Today we get to go to the temple for the first time. There are about 50 elders and sisters total, it's so different from the Provo MTC. The language is hard, but I'm getting it slowly. The hardest part is trying to teach the lessons while are teachers act as investigators. It is comming along though, it's just very difficult. I don't mean to brag, but the weather is perfect. OK maybe I do. It's like California in the summertime. Perfect. In the mornings we jog to a nearby park where we can play basketball and soccer or run. I usually just play basketball. It is so nice having the temple so close. They let us go every two weeks in the MTC, so I will get to go three times. Hopefully in a few months I will be able to talk to the natives pretty well. There are just so many words to memorize and so many conjugations. We joke that we are in a prison because we only get to go out of the MTC and Temple area for exercize and on P Day. If you wan't to send packages it might be a little expensive but you can send letters through the post office or by pouch. There is just so much to do, and it's a little wierd having every hour of the day planned out to a t and not much free time except today. Our teachers are so funny, especially Hermano Riutor. It's so funny listening to us all of us trying to pronounce the language and not sound like a gringo. Chileans speak fast and drop the end of their words, and like to say "po" at the end of their sentences which means absolutely nothing. It's going to be so weird while we adapt to not only the language but the way they speak. Even the missionaries who have known spanish all their lives have trouble understanding the missionaries. How are things in Nevada. I'm going to write Jeremy next to see how things are going in Provo. Definately not as cool as bieng in South America. Most of the Elders from the states are from Utah, with two from Texas and my companion is from Montana. His name is Elder Smith. Enclosed are some pictures of the Temple and life in the MTC. One is a picture of me and my companion and one of Elder Ware, a funny Elder from Utah. Never mind, they won't let me send that much photos in this email maybe the next one. Please write me emails, I want to know how things are going there. I'll write again next wednesday. Adios.